It was already noon when I had arrived at the Grand Mosque. The first time I visited here was more than 3 years ago, and I remember the mosque being silk white and bright, reflecting the morning sunlight. What amazed me was how different it was this time; the mosque turned out like a silhouette in the purple sunset. At that moment, I surely did witness another kind of beauty that the mosque had: it's beautiful in so many ways, at any time of the day, and year.